"Despicable villain!

Because of his own injuries, the black-robed man was even more determined to lose both.

The severe pain and accidents in his body made him unbearable, and Zhenyuan's fortune was greatly reduced, but he never retreated.

He didn't believe that Lin Lang's heaven-level body could be stronger than his own body as a master of the Dust Realm, and he dared to take his own attack.

The blood-colored light in his fists had converged a lot, but it was still red, and he slapped towards Lin Lang.

The red fist that left the body, in the air, was good in the wind, and almost obscured the world when it turned around.

The whole sky was bright red, like an ocean of blood lapping over him

In fact, they are just two huge fists, containing the power of the world.

It is worthy of the desperate blow of the master of the dust realm!

Because of his anger, the momentum ran wildly, and all the sand and dust on the ground were rolled up. There are even saplings, which have been swept away, which is really terrifying.

Shui Fourteen and the others in the jungle no longer have the arrogance they had just now, their eyes are extremely solemn, and they look at the huge red fist in the sky.

A minute has passed, and the heaven-level Lin Lang has not been taken down yet.

On the contrary, the momentum of the master's battle broke out in the sky, and they were so oppressed that they stuck to the desert.

It's impossible to even close your eyes, let alone move your body and sneak away, it's a complete luxury.

Liu Hancheng and the driver, who were beside them, couldn't bear the momentum of the masters of the Dust Realm, and were pressed straight into the desert.

Only one head was exposed, barely able to see the massive red fists and tornadoes in the sky.

Although it is very miserable, it is countless times safer than the master in the storm.

Yang Liu and the others, who were far away from them, also couldn't stand on the canopy, and were blown away by the fierce wind and fell to the desert.

But you can also see the two figures in the battle gradually rising.

They were surrounded by yellow sand and trees, and they had the momentum of a giant tornado.

Especially seeing the countless fires shining in it, the blood shining in the sky, feeling the situation of the battle, extremely nervous.

In the other direction, Liu Ming, who had already taken Jin Yi out of the jungle and was about to be buried, was unable to move an inch at the moment.

The yellow sand rose all over the sky, and the strong wind whistled and slapped on the face, scratching wounds one after another.

Not to mention the flying trees, if they hit the body, it was a stumble and unbearable.

had to let go of Jin Yi, who was dragging in his hand, and let him fend for himself.

Bury?

Bury a fart!

At this time, it is important to save your life, and you must not stay here and wait for death.

Looking up, I saw the fighting momentum of the two people, the yellow sand in the sky, and the flying trees.

I can't see the specifics clearly, and the body has been fiercely pressed into the desert, revealing only the top of the head.

Lin Lang and the black-robed man, who had attracted everyone's attention, finally confronted each other for the first time at this moment.

The bright red blood-colored fist cut through the space, combined with the fierce momentum, it looked extremely domineering and aggressive, and it slammed into Lin Lang.

Lin Lang didn't care, he didn't defend at all, the Flame Dragon Spear in his hand vibrate, and countless fire dragons roared, swarming out.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

A series of thunderous collision sounds exploded in the sky, causing the eardrums of the people below to ache.

There were even wounded captives, who burst their eardrums and shed blood.

There are even more people, whose bodies are broken, unable to withstand the momentum and coercion of the fight, and the internal organs of the body are so agitated that they vomit out countless blood.

Liu Hancheng and the driver, as well as Liu Ming who was in the desert, were all pressed into the yellow sand and couldn't move at all.

But because of this, it did not damage the internal organs and eardrums, which can be regarded as an unexpected joy.

Only the disciples and migrant workers of Yang Liu, who were a little farther away, did not feel the compelling momentum, and they were lucky that there were no accidents.

But I could feel that the temperature around me was rising, and the smell of fire was everywhere in my breath.

The saplings had just been planted, and many of the leaves began to curl and almost burn.

The firelight in the sky burned through half of the sky and dyed the blue sky.

They stared blankly at the miraculous battle scene, is that really the realm that people can achieve?

With the sound of explosions, the blood-colored fists of the black-robed man were constantly consumed. The bright red color gradually loses its luster, as if it has lost all its essence.

On the contrary, it was Lin Lang's fire dragon, which seemed to be endless, roaring madly and pounced on it, tearing apart everything in front of it.

The endless true qi showed incomparably strong toughness, and the fist that covered the sky and the sun was worn out to the size of a grinding plate, completely losing its power.

And the black-robed man behind the fist was trying his best to suppress the injury on his chest and allow his heart to heal.

But the effect was minimal, and a sharp aura raged around the wound, preventing the repair of his true yuan.

Watching himself hit desperately, it was equivalent to being worn out by Lin Lang, and his pale face was extremely ugly!

Who would have thought that a heaven-level master would be able to block the desperate blow of a master in the middle stage of the Dust Realm?

If you say it, the whole world will not believe it!

But now, it appeared in front of his eyes.

And looking at Lin Lang's appearance, the divine horse is mighty and imposing, and he has not been affected at all.

Relatively speaking, Zhen Yuan was violently consumed, seriously injured, his face was pale, and he was irritable, and he completely fell to the upper hand!

For the Dust Realm, this result is simply unacceptable.

The root of his teeth clenched, taking advantage of the fact that Zhenyuan was restored, and there was still time left in the attack, he once again condensed Zhenyuan and prepared to attack regardless of his injuries.

With one hand, he stretched out his hand and took down the flying feather from his head that had never moved in such a fierce battle.

The flying feather reached his hand, and after Zhenyuan concentrated on it, it grew rapidly, gradually forming a two-meter-long stick.

The colored feathers around the stick continue to converge, like steel needles, gathering at the head of the stick.

Just in the blink of an eye, a small flying feather turned into a two-meter-long giant mace.

Lingwu!

In his hand, he even has a spiritual martial art!

It's still a Lingwu that can change its form!

Lin Lang saw all this with his own eyes, his eyes lit up instantly, and his face erupted with a sky-high battle intent, this mace was collected!

"Lin Lang, let you taste the power of my flying feather wolf teeth!

With the flying feather wolf teeth in hand, the black-robed man swept away the depression just now, and once again returned to his former majesty, and roared, shocking the earth.

On the flying feather wolf tooth in his hand, all the true elements were instantly condensed. The next moment, a circle of ripples bloomed on each feather, and countless feather swords formed by the true yuan appeared, flying at Lin Lang.

Countless colorful feather swords, with a whistling sound, swelled in the void and became normal long swords, flying at Lin Lang.

The fierce aura contained on it seems to be able to cut through the sky, far away to make people feel that there are wounds on the skin.

But it didn't work for Lin Lang, he didn't even feel the slightest feeling, and he didn't react at all.